Roy Eccleston
Roy Eccleston is editor of SA Weekend at The Advertiser in Adelaide. He’s a former Washington correspondent for The Australian where he worked for almost 20 years, including stints as Queensland Bureau Chief and foreign affairs writer in Canberra. He’s covered two Olympic Games, and wrote the final cover for the now-defunct magazine The Bulletin . His work has appeared in Time, Australian Geographic, and The Weekend Australian magazine. He has won numerous awards for writing about health, and was the National Press Club of Australia’s health reporter of the year in 2007.
Articles by Roy Eccleston
You’re wasting your money on expensive running shoes
I’ve no idea how Usain Bolt started his brilliant running career as a kid in Jamaica but I’d be pretty…... Read more
Why the hospital will kill you before a plane crash does
Mostly flying doesn’t bother me, although there was a time when just the thought of a trip to the airport…... Read more
The modest drinkers’ guide to growing back brain cells
For those like me who’ve wondered (worried) about how many innocent brain cells they’ve wiped out at the pub over…... Read more
Forget eight-minute abs, six minutes is enough exercise
If you’re like me - and hopefully you’re not, since that would make you a lazy couch potato with a…... Read more
The secret to a longer life: more orgasms
Most things that are good for you tend to be unpleasant. I’m thinking broccoli, exercise, less booze. But there’s good…... Read more
Breathing: a minute to learn, a lifetime to master
It’s the first thing we do, and the last, but most of the time we tend to ignore it -…... Read more
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From: Punch on: Open thread 09/02/2012
marley says:
I'm one of the older ones, so I've certainly seen a few changes in my time. When I started school I learned to write with a nib pen, dipped in an inkwell (no, I'm not kidding). My mother became a dab hand at getting inkstains out of my clothes. Flicking ink at one another in the classroom was an essential… [read more]From: I’d rather have a piece of toast than listen to crap lyrics
Erick says:
Led Zeppelin are responsible for my all-time favourite mixed metaphor: "There you sit, sit and stare, like a book on a shelf rusting." (Misty Mountain Hop) I laugh every time I hear it. Hmmm, I believe I've decided what to play on the way to work today. [read more]Gentle jabs to the ribs
No wuckin forries. These nuckin futs are tuckin fops
Well, puck me with a fitchfork. The F-word is apparently an acceptable part of Australian speech. That’s… Read more
